There is often a clash between an aspiration to be tolerant and respectful, and a negative opinion about what some other people believe or do.
Two human values come into conflict here: the desire to live and let live, and the desire to criticise. Neither is wrong; it’s just that there’s a tension and an awkward compromise between the two.
I’m increasingly reaching a point, though, where the tension is more than I can handle. I am tired. Tired of treading on eggshells to avoid hurting people’s sentiments because my thoughts are so devastating to them. Tired of knowing that no-one welcomes my questions when I am not flying the flag of their particular world view. Tired of shallowing myself out and constantly censoring myself incase people find the reality of who I am unpalatable.
I have stretched my understanding around a multitude of perspectives; I have challenged myself to see both the good and the bad in everything. Maybe I have pushed myself out of balance; taken the philosophy of “belonging nowhere” too far.
The truth is it would be nice occasionally to be around people who congratulate me, not fear me, for who I have become.